Poetry

Human

Come not with kisses
and sparkling smile
or aloof pretense of liberal care,

but with fangs laid bare
and glutinous thirst
for all things base and human.

© 2008 Stephen Boothe

Awakening

I taste the dirt as I wake
leaving dream-speak behind with regret.
The cold hard ground becomes my bed
replacing feather clouds on which I flew.

Who am I and where?
Veiled identity
looms darkly beyond my reach;
laughing with bitter tease.

Memory approaches on decrepit legs
extending a vaguely familiar hand,
with the growing awareness of a doubted reality
biting at its heels.

I can not move.
My leaden limbs won’t respond
to my increasingly
frantic mind.

I turn my face from earth to sky
and renew my efforts to rise.
Slowly, light breaks through fog and rising fear.
Sleeping spirit has now awakened.

© 2008 Stephen Boothe

Snakeskin

I crawl through lives
on killing floor
to hold the beast within.
With belly down
and soft refrain
a shield for primal sin.
I cast aside
white pearls and wine
to shun the shallow way.
Awaken now
and shed my skin
I grasp the brand new day.

© 2008 Stephen Boothe

Leviathan

This dormant leviathan
has lain too deep;
smothered by eons
of docile mediocrity
to ever rise again
and rule the world
as it once did

when I was five.

© 2008 Stephen Boothe

Kiss

How can I describe the pleasure
of your kiss.
The unparalleled bliss
when your lips
touch mine.
Pure heaven,
soft as a feather,
sweeter than the
sweetest wine;
all words fall short
of the sublime
ecstasy of your kiss.

© 2008 Stephen Boothe

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